Page 4 of A Moment Too Soon

“Rebecca, baby… I all but said I have every intention of fucking you no matter what you think… the bruises were a harsh reminder that you’ve been raped repeatedly for years. I am only adding to that toxicity, and you deserve better.”

Before I can respond, he steps out of the shower. I am stunned by his words because I was expecting to be the problem, but he just compared himself to a rapist. I’ve never seen him this way, even with his aggressive way of showing his affection. I’ve never seen it as problematic because, one, I would love nothing more than for this man to violently fuck me. And two, I know he would never actually hurt me. If I told him to stop, I have all the confidence in the world that he would stop and check in with me.

He leaves the bathroom before I can even get out, so I take my time stepping out and drying myself off. I wrap up in the towel before going into the bedroom. I see that he is in the processof getting dressed, so I walk over and snatch the clothes out of his hand and I sling them across the room. He is shocked by this, so I take the opportunity to push him back on the bed and climb into his lap. I don’t take him inside of me, even though I desperately want to be fucking destroyed by him. He is so goddamn big that I know it’s going to take a minute to get used to. Garrett was big, but he has a damn micro dick compared to Jett. It’s the kind of dick that when you look at it you know you can’t take all of it. The vagina is only so big.

“Rebecca,” Jett sighs as he tries to move me.

“Stop it,” I snap it him. “Just shut the fuck up for ten seconds and let me talk.”

“I’m sorry?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Do not ever sit there and insinuate that you have or would hurt me in any way. You have always been aggressively loving, and I absolutely adore that about you. You are not a rapist. You are not the villain in my story. You have been patient with me and held on to the hope that one day you and I could truly make a go of things. You’ve respected my wishes to let me leave on my own. If you ever insinuate that you are a rapist again, I swear to God, I will tie you to this bed and make you come so many times that you sob like a little bitch.”

“I’m definitely a rapist,” he says with a devious grin.

“Little boy, I am not above putting on a strap-on and fucking your ass. A little bit of lube, and I’ll have you coming like agoddamn freight train. Don’t fuck with me. I am more than willing to be submissive to you, and I will gladly let you violently fuck me any day of the week, but do not ever insinuate that you have hurt me. I will not tolerate that bullshit. It is your trauma speaking, and I will kick your goddamn ass for it,” I scold him.

“I shouldn’t find it hot when you scold me like a child,” Jett says, smiling. “You’ve been hurt so much, Bex.”

“Then hurt me better,” I say sweetly as I lean down to place my hands on the bed beside his head. I am straddling his body, and I’m on my knees. When he grabs my hips and repositions me, I know he is about to slam into me. “We have both been through so much, Jett.”

“I feel responsible for letting him take you away from me,” he says.

“It’s my fault for staying with him,” I say. “I wasn’t a prisoner, Jett. He is a narcissist, and he certainly did gaslight me into staying most of the time, but I knew what I was doing. I knew he was hurting me. I knew he was selling my body, but I chose to stay. That is not on you. All that matters is that you have stuck by my side for five years and been content in the friend zone while you waited for me to get my head out of my ass.”

“I need to know that you actually want me,” he says softly.

“Jett, I give you complete consent to do whatever you want to me; doesn’t matter if I say no or if I fight you. You can use me how you see fit, and I am putting all of my trust in you. If youwant to tie me up and fuck me for three days straight, okay. If you want to bend me over a park bench and fuck me in front of God and everyone, fine. I trust you, Jett. I’ve been in love with you since I was four years old. I let a small misunderstanding create a wedge between us, and then Garrett slipped in. He ruined my life… He took something from me that I will never get back. There is no amount of money on this planet that can give me back the ability to have children.”

“What are you talking about?” Jett asks as he sits up and holds me in his lap.

“Two years ago… He paid a doctor to perform a hysterectomy on me,” I say. “I will never have children of my own.”

“Oh, Bex… I’m so sorry,” Jett says with a sad voice.

“I accepted it a while ago,” I say. “It made me realize that the only reason I wanted kids was because of my parents. I know you didn’t want kids, so it’s not a big deal. It just fucking sucks that the option was taken away from me.”

“How did he get a doctor to do that?” he asks.

“He knows a lot of people. He drugged me at home, and I woke up in recovery the next day. He let me heal for a few weeks but just took to fucking other women in front of me. When I could have sex again, he fucked my ass for a while, but eventually did go back to his usual way of making me ride him. Now I’m unreasonably sensitive, and he has a sick fantasy of forcing me to come,” I explain.

“I’m so sorry,” Jett says softly. “I’m admittedly worried about triggering you.”

“Okay, well… Bend over the bed,” I say.

“Don’t be a brat,” he frowns.

“Why? If you are going to be a little bitch about it, I’ll make you my bitch,” I say. “One of us has to be aggressively dominant, and if it’s not going to be you, it’ll be me.”

“Why do we have to be aggressive, though?”

“Are you asking me to gently fuck your ass?” I ask sweetly. I laugh when he throws me on my back and hooks my legs over his arms. His cock presses against me, but he doesn’t push in. “If you are going to do it, Jett, live up to all of those filthy things you promised me.”

“Fine,” he says. “You want me to show you why I’m afraid?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, but I’m not stopping. I’m not giving you even a second of reprieve,” he says.

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